Lesbians love the birds!

Apparently taken from the “Hollywood Issue” of Vanity Fair, this classic Hitchcock-inspired photo speaks for itself:

As seen on my favourite (not celebrity trash) blog: SLOG.
I love you, Dan Savage.

Pan’s Labia

I realize that this is such old news, and thus that I’m horribly behind the times, but bear with me. Last night Edge and I watched Pan’s Labyrinth on DVD. I thought it was good. I didn’t mind reading the subtitles. I was actually more interested in the whole “Nazi occupation vs. freedom fighters” storyline than I was in the “little girl is a magic princess who talks to creepy creatures” storyline.

Except for this guy:

Sweet jeebus merciful crap. That is some freaky shit.
And the thing that makes it stick in my mind even more is that the damn girl ate the grapes! When the creepy faun thing told her not to! GAH! That’s the point where I said, “stupid girl, I really hope that thing eats you. You deserve it.” I have the distinct impression that I had a nightmare about that thing, but luckily I can’t remember it.

One impracticality of being a monster with eyes in your hands kind of tickles my brain, though: What happens when you wipe your ass?